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Though originally from a small rural town in Czechoslovakia, my adolescence was spent in one of the many suburbs of Los Angeles after we had emigrated to the U.S. I did quite well in high school, and I don’t think that any of my classmates suspected that I was gay, …

I met him when I was 14 years old and a freshman in high school. It sounds silly and made up but I honestly remember the first time our eyes met and for that millisecond time froze. There was something there. For the first three months of high school he …

We lay still in the king size bed. The lights were out except for a lamp on the dresser three feet away. It could have been a twin size bed with as much space as we were taking up. I lay on my back, my right arm under the pillow …

I remember walking home from Scott’s little house in the bright early morning feeling triumphant, jubilant! Finally I knew! I knew and was ecstatic! In my seventeen years of doubting, of struggling, the significance of this moment was huge. This time there was no doubt. The internal struggle had finally …

It’s odd. I never really saw myself spending my life with anyone. I would be on my own, and I was content. I knew I was queer, and loved it, but it didn’t really seem important. It was just a part of who I was. Then there was the Oresteia. …

I had recently told my best friend Allie that I was gay. I was in high spirits for telling the first person ever who I really was. However, I wanted to meet a gay person, you know, enter the mysterious and magical land of the gay community. So I went …

Beautiful San Pedro Garza Garcia, small suburb in the city of Monterrey, Mexico. Considered the richest town in all of Latin America, the model city of Mexico, San Pedro Garza Garcia and its wealthy conservative society is a tough place to grow up. Born and raised here, I come from …

As I sat on the campus of Oxford University, the sun shone over the crisp, green grass of the field. It was a typical English summer’s day, with a pleasant breeze tickling my face. I sat alone with my back against a tree, reading the Kite Runner; I was on …

When he told me he loved me I said, “You do?” my voice trailing up at the end to accentuate my surprise. We’d only been dating for two weeks. We were in high school so I guess you tend to rush into things like this, but I wasn’t sure I …

Ring!Ring!Ring! I wake violently to the relentless ringing of my alarm clock. I stumble from my warm bed, only to find my toes greeted by a cold floor. “Seth…it’s time to go!” my moms voice echoes from down the stairs. The burnt dawn creeps through my shades. “Seth…let’s go” again …